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Johnny Joestar was a fine young man. he was raised well, and had sufficient manners. He was born a second son to a wealthy household. One wouldn't really describe his personality as meek, but he was shy, to say the least.
confined to the Joestar's mansion, he was always curious of other people's lives, for he was nobility and didn't really have "normal" experiences. Such as love. His father had never shown him a single drop of affection, as that privilege was reserved for the better, eldest brother, Nicholas Joestar. After all, he could never be as great as the Genius Fencer, Nicholas, can he? Beggars don't get to be choosers.
He always wondered what love was, read about love in books, watched plays about love. He wanted see the importance of love, and why is was such an captivating topic for playmakers and authors and scriptwriters. He wished to love, to experience it for himself.
And love he did.
One day, the Joestar family hosted a masked ball for a radical household, the Brandos. They had a long history of being the Joestars' "wicked" political family. It was managed in a matriarchal manner, as the mistress of the family remarried to the head of the Joestars, Johnny's father. They gained their wealth through trickery and deception, and supplied the Joestars with information. They had no intention of inviting anyone from the Zeppeli family, their sworn legislative enemy. They were a family of medical men, and the Joestars believed they were "sinning in God's eyes, to study the damned science of the body".
His family gave him a blue mask, with golden stars adorned on the sides and a bronze horseshoe on the front. It was quite intricate for a second son, he though. Johnny sighed in contempt as he hauled himself around the main corridors, already tired of meeting and greeting many of the family's allies. He rolled down a deserted wing of the mansion. As he was confined in a wheel-chair, this made the talking and shaking hands even more difficult. He wished something for once interesting would happen in this dull "cage" around him. He didn't get it; he knew when to speak and when to stay quiet when spoken to, he knew how to make everyone around him feel respected. He was tired of this robotic routine, and wished something exciting would happen in his monotonous life;
Then, he caught another man's deep, emerald eyes.
He was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, although masked. He looked radiant, as radiant as the sun, with golden, flowing hair trailing in long streaks down to his chest. The man seemed startled as well, his eyes wide open with something relating to infatuation.
"Yeah, I know. Isn't it blasphemous how the Zeppelis actually spend their fortune on something as trivial as medicinal knowledge? I had a laugh!" a few gossiping voices echoed through the corridor.
The blonde froze. He gestured a finger to his lips, indicating for Johnny to stay silent. "please, leave me be," he whispered" I cannot be caught ." He slipped into a storage room before the mass of guests could notice him. the way he spun his body to swiftly duck into the cupboard was mesmerizing, instantly catching Johnny's attention and fuelling his need to know this mysterious man.
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Gyro Zeppeli never expected to meet such a breathtaking person today. His original goal was chasing a maiden named Rosalie, in which his cousin Caesar had convinced him to attend the ball, masked, as he received information that the woman was going.
"Please, leave me be."
he intoned,
"i cannot be caught here."
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who was he? why was a pure, innocent man of such physical delicacy attending this godforsaken ball?
With a single glace, his heart was already thumping unusually in his ribcage, threatening to burst open against the door of the cupboard he was now leaning against.
Is this what they call love at first sight?
He had so many questions, each wanting so yearningly to be answered by the alluring, light-blonde man bound to a wheel-chair.